Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Jordan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Liaisons Dangereuses to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
The Golliwogs,
Neu!,
Boz Scaggs,
Symarip,
The Music Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Japan,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Lynne,
Connie Case,
Dawn Penn,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tears for Fears,
Black Pus,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fugs,
World's Most,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Slits,
China Crisis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Funkadelic,
The Monochrome Set,
Kevin Saunderson,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soft Machine,
Ronan,
Sound Behaviour,
Hashim,
Harmonia,
the Swans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Graham Central Station,
John Cale,
Mantronix,
Minny Pops,
Whodini,
Mr. Review,
Television Personalities,
Derrick Morgan,
Brothers Johnson,
Section 25,
PIL,
Robert Wyatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fall,
Agitation Free,
Mark Hollis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kayak,
the Soft Cell,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.